Apologies for hogging the thread (bollocks, no I won't, it was my birthday as of six minutes ago so I can do what I like ), but just got back from a meeting 10 miles away. There and back in the dark. In the drizzle. In the cold. In the mud. It was a brill reminder that I blinkin' LOVE winter night riding. Nice summer day? Spose so, maybe, sort of alright if you insist. But this was ace - invigorating, yucky, senses far more alert and attuned than boring day rides, sort of, well, naughty somehow, like I really shouldn't be doing it, someone'll be along to tell me off in a minute stuff. ALIVE. And the owl was good too.
Yes I know, I'm WEIRD. But BALLS TO THE LOT OF 'EM OUT THERE .
Thank you and goodnight . Now where are those dried frog pills.....
Reading that, I wonder what kind of 'trip' you've been on! Happy Birthday Chris
We go out into the hills to lose ourselves, not to get lost. You are only lost if you need to be somewhere else and if you really need to be somewhere else then you're probably in the wrong place to begin with.
Thank you Peter . Yes there's a lot of mushrooms on one of the bridleways so I must've chosen the wrong midnight snack...
Really, sometimes one just has to let go a Reggie-Perrin-style roar against the madness of the world.
Found my dried frog pills now so at least it shouldn't get any worse... hmm? Wh-what? Oh. Yes sorry nurse, back into bed again, yes it won't happen again.
"My God, Ponsonby, I'm two-thirds of the way to the grave and what have I done?" - RIP
The sign outside the asylum is the wrong way round.....
Cheeky little 55 jolly straight from work this morning over into Shakespeare country where it seems to be very flat indeed. I only found two hills. Drop off some goods for someone on here then home again via a great cafe!!
Belatedly: Thurs evening MuddyPete and myself utilised our velocipedal conveyances to toddle round the woods and back along the canal. By some strange quirk of fate, at the end the Black Lion had a beerfest on, complete with a curry stand in the yard which Pete made a beeline for. I partook of a rather unusual 'hazelnut and salted caramel' beer. I mean really, anyone would think we were in the SE Chilterns. Damn tasty though.
R
"My God, Ponsonby, I'm two-thirds of the way to the grave and what have I done?" - RIP
The sign outside the asylum is the wrong way round.....
Having finally built up the Spearfish frame I bought from IanPV of this parish and hopefully got the suspension somewhere near a correct setup we took advantage of a quite stunning day to do a route around Horton in Ribblesdale. Basically a loop from Buckhaw Brow to Feizor, over to Helwith Bridge and then along the road to Horton. Up the track past Sell Gill Holes (didn't quite clean the loose rocky bit) then followed the Pennine Way to Old Ing (one cheeky bit to cut the corner) then followed the Pennine Bridleway back over Sulber Nick to drop down to Crummack and Wharfe, back to Feizor with a cafe stop and then back to the car.
It's been pretty dry around here for the past week or so and combined with the cold temperatures it made for some very pleasant and clean riding.
Better weight than wisdom, a traveller cannot carry
Surprise surprise the snow actually almost lived up to (some of) the hype. Only about 6 inches fallen but lots of drifting so everything has degenerated into chaos. Folk will be eating each other next....
anyway had fun commuting to my local office on the fat bike doing some drifted in single track and blazing past cars stuck on hills. Got home early to do some xc skiing but the thunder and lightening has just started.....
A short ride on the fat bikes around the local hills.
There was some good snow
Some frustrating snow
Some good riding
A bridleway I'd not done before
And one I had
On Thursday morning this was about 30cm deep in snow, it had all blown to the other side of the hill where we'd post holed through deep drifts and heather.
Just throw your bike over the stile dear!
Better weight than wisdom, a traveller cannot carry
Ah Bob the joys of windslab! One second your cruising over the top the next you sink up to your axles....
I was cheating today and went with skis rather than bike
htrider wrote:Ah Bob the joys of windslab! One second your cruising over the top the next you sink up to your axles....
I was cheating today and went with skis rather than bike
Actually in the first shot the snow surface was unbroken but the second had lots of holes from people walking through it so there wasn't a complete "skin". It was at a slightly lower altitude as well so could have been a bit softer.
Better weight than wisdom, a traveller cannot carry
There is that nice point where a fat bike will float over the slab that a walker will post hole through. Its particularly gratifying when you pass such a walker and bid them a cheery good morning / afternoon
Went for a ride up from Threshfield over Mastiles Lane and back via Bordley Farm. It were a bit windy! We were in and out of the freezing level so there were some rather iced up drive trains and brakes.
Climbing up from Threshfield
Heading over towards Kilnsey
Starting up Mastiles Lane
Cath at the top of the big climb up Mastiles Lane
It was a bit wild at times
Heading back from Bordley Farm
Better weight than wisdom, a traveller cannot carry